This is a song about "It s all ogre now"

If you make it work now

We be like wow

Now it all came back on her, doesn't even look like she's fifty three

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

Hows it feel to be you? yo no sé

And i'm a just take another guess

Now im untouchable even in the worst situation i enjoy it all, humble i know

Tell me i ain't god's son, nigga mom a virginwe got evicted had to leave the burbs, back in the ghetto

I live by chekhov's gun and now i'm firing it, revising all the time admiring it,

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

Listened to hip hop and thoght i am not alone that´s all crazy

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Jt: didn't get a gift for her

By the way, you're an ogre

Now your seeking for wellness, it all ends with you on oprah's next help list

Designer shit, though i’m modest, astonishing to be honest